Hey everyone,
This is going to be a really mixed chapter. It is going to start off strong and positive, have a bit of a negative turn maybe halfway down the line and then, if all goes well, turn mushy and heartfelt at the end of the chapter. In other words, I hope to cover the Gryffindor party, the memory and the Potter will in this chapter. Though I will be honest, I cannot guarantee that the will is going to be covered this chapter. However, if it's not, I will have it covered in the next one.
That's a promise,
Venquine1990
PS. Wow, it's been a while since I had one date be covered by so many chapters.
Chapter 26
Emotions Galore
11th of November 1995
Gryffindor Common Room
Harry's POV
It was just before the start of the celebration party for Gryffindor's party that Lea and the others took me aside and told me: "This was the last straw. This was an open and public attack on you and the baby. We've had enough, Harry. We're leaving for Radiant Garden first thing tomorrow." And while I hadn't liked the idea of leaving Hogwarts behind, had I agreed with them and said: "You're right. I don't like giving into bullies, but – I need to think about my baby, not my pride." The group had smiled in pride at me over this.
The Lions had been annoyed and tried to object to the idea, but Isa had coldly told them: "Be glad that we're not leaving right this instant, that we decided to let you lot have your celebration first. Don't give us a reason to change our minds now." And then the twins had turned the whole thing around and said: "And besides, that only gives us all the more reason to party. Now it's not just a celebration, it's a going away party too. Come on, guys, let's have some fun already." And slowly but surely the other Lions had gotten into the same spirit.
Yet while the match had been right after breakfast and while the party had lasted well into after dinner, had my friends and I encountered a reason to have trouble getting into the party spirit after we returned to the common room for the third part of the party. Sirius had left for Malfoy Manor after dinner and told us he would be back soon and would take Dobby with him for safety reasons. But Ron, Hermione and I knew how much Dobby hated and feared the Malfoys and so we feared for the man.
Yet after about two hours of trying to eat and laugh our worries and concerns away, does Sirius enter the common room, making all of us breath a sigh of relief and I rush for the man, Sirius happily reaching out to me and giving me a warm, reassuring hug before he whispers: "Sorry I took so long. Pepper came by while I was at Lucius and I felt like reporting to Albus before coming here, only to run into Snape while I was there. How's the party?"
And while the man spats the last name out as if it's some kind of poison or something, do I just brush this off as the man trying to defend Malfoy after his attack on my person can't have made Sirius like him any better. Instead I just smile at the man and say: "I think we got to the point that everyone is really realizing that, once the party is over, they're really going to have to say goodbye to us, at least for a while. They're trying to make this party go until after curfew."
"They want you to spend the night here." Sirius snickers and I laugh as I say: "Yeah, exactly. They probably forgot a few facts. One, I used to sneak out all the time. Two, I have the map, so I can easily avoid getting caught. Three, Ron and Hermione are Prefects, so I can easily go with them when they go on rounds. And four, Lea and the others do still have their Dark Corridor ability." At this the man laughs and then we rejoin the party.
The whole party itself is definitely a ton of fun as the Lions aren't just trying to keep it going until after curfew, they also all seem to know exactly what and what not to say to make this one end the same way the last one did on the day I got pregnant. And while some of them are a little annoyed, do they grudgingly allow Lea to spend some private time with me from time to time over the course of the day, or so they probably think.
I myself just enjoy the entire experience, having fun with my friends, talking with a few of the people who I used to know by name before I moved like Dean and Parvati, smiling for various pictures taking by Collin from time to time and just avoiding those that have been changing their opinion on me several times over the last couple of years. Only Lavender annoys me a few times as she seems anxious to see Lea and me kiss.
"Oh come on, what are you two waiting for?" The girl whines just a few minutes before curfew and Lea shrugs as he says: "A first kiss deserves to be something special, not something you do on the request of another." And while some of those around me gasp in shock at the fact that we have yet to kiss, do I just shrug along with my mate and say: "What he said." Before sending the man of my heart a dazzling smile, making the more girly-girls around me coo and aw at us.
A few more minutes pass, but I had already shared a grin and a wink with both Isa, Roxas and the twins and we simply continue passing the time until another half hour has passed and then suddenly someone in Sixth year gasps and says: "Oh darn it, will you look at that. It's half past eight, already. Guess you're going to have to spend the night here in the dorm, Harry. You guys too." But while I can barely believe how bad he is acting, do I decide to play my own game.
I grin and shrug and say: "Aw, what a shame. But still, I doubt the dorm rooms will be big enough for all of us and Lea and his friends. Guess he and Roxas will have to return to the chambers, though." "Yeah, but they're not students, so it won't matter for them." The same Sixth year exclaims, the happiness over his little scheme having worked basically radiating off of him. And while I start to feel for the poor soul, does Roxas say:
"Yeah, though I don't really feel like crossing all those stairs." And he heads over to the Fat Lady Portrait before snapping his fingers, causing for a Dark Corridor to appear just in front of the portrait. At this I instantly stand up and happily exclaim: "Oh right, you can do that. So I guess if you're using that, I can just come with you guys, right?" And Roxas actually mock-bows down as he says: "Sure, after you, Harry, guys."
And while I send the gawking Sixth year a smirk that says Nice try, do I pass through the portal, loving the sight of the bright blue, pink and white that is in the pathway between the two Dark Corridors at the front and back of the road and leaving it all on the other side and reentering my very familiar and greatly loved chambers, part of me wondering if there is a chance that I am just going to spend the rest of my school career in these chambers until my graduation.
The others all enter the chambers after me, the Weasleys all laughing loudly as they obviously consider this a prank that was pulled over the eyes of the Sixth year. "I still can't believe that they thought that would work. They were soooooooo obvious." Ron laughs as he sinks into one of the chairs in the room and the others nod and agree with him happily. Yet then I notice that the Chasers, who have also come with us, aren't laughing along and ask:
"Everything alright?" And Angelina mumbles something incomprehensible, at which Ron asks: "What?""We can't come with you guys." Instantly our shock takes the happy atmosphere out of the room and Alicia is quick to continue: "We can't leave Gryffindor without a team. We're going to stay until we can hold try-outs and then call on Even. He'll get us another Corridor and we'll take that to come to you guys. We just – we need a little time to get everything set up. Gryffindor won the first match, now we need to make sure we win the season once again."
At this we all nod as, over the last few months, Even has been making regular visits to provide my friends and I with out own Gummi Phones, just in case something happens to one of us that might make us end up separated or something. And because of my own memories of the graveyard had I happily accepted mine, Sora teaching me and the others how to use it. Sirius and Ron had had a little trouble getting used to theirs, but the others easily got used to them.
And while the Weasleys, after a while, started to use the phones instead of Pig and Lea and his friends use them to keep in contact with friends from other worlds, do I now feel truly grateful that Even provided us with them. I spot the twins sharing a look and then one of them says: "You know, I know we're planning to go with Harry and all, but –." And the other goes on: "Who's going to tell mum about that?"
And everyone in the room winces before Alicia says: "Leave that to me. I'll contact mum tomorrow and make sure that she and the others meet with your parents before Angelina, Katie and I leave for the Garden." And all four Weasleys want to nod at the girl gratefully, but then Remus steps up and says: "You won't need to. I used lunch to get Molly up to date on what happened during the match and she fully agrees that enough is enough.
She's not entirely happy with the idea of you all leaving for another world of all things, but she is definitely in agreement that it's the best way to keep Harry safe until the baby's there. She just wants the reassurance that we'll keep her up to date and that Even will make a few Corridors appear when she finishes on all her knitting. Oh, and that she gets to spend Christmas in the Garden, but I already assured her that that was a given."
At this we all laugh as that really is just a given, but I notice that Sirius' laughter isn't as heartfelt. "You okay, pall?" Remus asks and the man sighs as he says: "Sorry, that memory I left with Albus is weighing down on me. It – it was something that I – that I had repressed during my time in Azkaban and – well, my spat with Snape made me remember it and I decided to silence that damned ego of his once and for all. I just regret that a little right now, is all.""What was the memory about?" I can't help but ask and Sirius intrigues and confuses me as he mutters: "Your parents."
This startles me, but the defeated, downtrodden way he says it worries and befuddles me. The man sighs and moves over to sink down in one of the other chairs in the room. "It has to do with the time they first got together, just a few days after Lily's parents were murdered in November of their Sixth. I gave Albus the memory of the first time they had a real conversation with each other and – well, it brought home a few facts that, like I said, I had repressed and forgotten about."
We all go to sit around him, Damian and me at his feet and Remus on the arm rest of his chair, all of us showing our support, but also a needy curiosity to hear more. The man shows a tired smile at seeing this and mutters: "I've been keeping this a secret for almost 20 years now. I – I promised Lily not to speak of this, ever, until she herself was no more. And now that – that I'm not going to be part of this society for a while, I – I guess I might as well."
The man takes another deep breath, while I feel a little uneasy over the idea that I might hear something that mum wanted to keep quiet until her deathbed and beyond, but then feel Lea moving closer behind me, wrapping his arms around me in silent support. "A few days into November, two weeks after the Halloween Hogsmeade weekend, James and I were heading for the Hogwarts pity corner. You know, the one at the entrance courtyard that is just a few feet away from the stairs leading down to the Boat House."
This actually amazes me as I didn't even know there was such a thing as the Hogwarts pity corner, but I just let it rest and listen on. "Lily had been going there for three nights in a row, only instead of sitting in the corner where she wouldn't be seen from any point bar if you were directly in front of her, she sat a few feet away from it, making her visible to everyone looking down from the fourth floor and higher. James and I spotted her and James decided to find out why.
You see, back then Voldemort and his Death Eaters would send ravens out to students if they had raided and killed someone related to them and, three days before they met, one had left Gryffindor tower, where most boys suspected the girl's dorm to be. Lily constantly being spotted in that corner for three days in a row just confirmed this, so James decided to see if he could comfort her. Only problem was, they weren't exactly friends."
This shocks and astounds me as I never imagined my parents' love life as anything other than the usual fairy tail where the prince and princess would fall in love at first sight and be in love for the rest of their lives. But then I realize how stupid it was of me to think this, considering they were living in wartime and decide to just continue listening. "You see, James was actually born pretty late, when his parents were already in their late fifties and nearing their sixties. Because of this, they had actually given up on having a child before he came around.
Hehe, naturally, because of this, they doted on him to the point that he grew an ego, even if there was still a noble, kind and caring character underneath all of the boasting and whatnot. And when James saw Lily sitting there in the corner, he let that side of him out in a need to comfort her. But his years of boasting and being obnoxious had constantly pushed Lily away and she tried to do the same when she spotted him standing near her.
He kept calm and told her that she had been in the wrong corner before guessing about why she was there and telling her he knew how she felt. Lily was young, hurt and blind to anything other than James being this boasting, obnoxious prat, so she didn't think he could, but then – he told her how his parents had been diagnosed with a terminal illness only the year previous and how badly the illness had been eating away at them since. It was Dragon Pox. Like I said, they were nearing their seventies at this point, so – yeah."
This knowledge horrifies me, the idea that two people that old could still have to suffer physically for that long and Sirius is looking down in his own lap by this point, probably not even realizing anymore why he's talking out loud and just doing so on autopilot as he says: "The diagnose came when James had his 15th birthday, but, if Charlus and Dorea had anything to say about it, they would keep fighting all the way until James' graduation. They didn't want to leave their son in a time of war and were not willing to give into anything, not even a terminal illness.
Heck, even though the illness and their need to fight it made them more and more tired, to the point that Dorea sometimes almost fainted from exhaustion just from trying to sit up, did they have these few rare days where they would look and even feel perfectly fine. On one of these, Charlus was even seen fighting a dozen of Voldemort's top men, only looking exhausted at the end of the battle and nothing more. Though that fight was made public, the fact that, after this, he was in a coma for a fortnight was not.
Charlus and Dorea knew that, being as skilled as they were, they were more or less like Albus, beacons of light and hope for the world in times of war. So they only got the fight published, but refused any and all reporters from interviewing them afterwards. Heck, when they died, James actually made it sound like they had been the unfortunate victims of a huge raid that took place just after New Year's Eve, on the third of January 1977. And Voldemort, loving the fact that this seemed to deal a huge blow to the public beliefs in the Light, never countered this statement."
At this I hear the twins whisper: "Sounds like Uncles Gid and Fab." At which Remus sends the two an agreeing smile before Sirius says: "Anyway, hearing of how James himself was suffering at the sight of his parents being bedridden for days on end, even the last fortnight of the previous summer, made Lily really understand that James knew what she was going through and she came clean about why she had been down there for three nights in a row.
Apparently she had been fearing for her parents for years, especially after a small incident of Accidental magic in the summer before her second got her address made public to the Ministry and whatnot. And because she knew that there were spies for Voldemort in the Ministry, she feared that they might come after her parents directly. So, the summer before our Sixth, she got them convinced to go and move, but not to move until September and not tell her where until the move had been done and over with. Her parents complied and she thought they were safe.
She hadn't told anyone that her parents had moved and, because they were Muggles, the Ministry wouldn't care for this until Lily would have another case of Accidental Magic, which she herself was determined not to have anywhere near her parents for their sake. So like I said, she thought they were safe. But then, as I said, that raven appeared and – heh –." The man sighs in the end, his head low and a look of grief, but also a strange sense of guilt showing on his face as Hermione whimpers: "They were gone."
But Sirius shakes his head and says: "There is so much more to it than that, Hermione. As I said, Voldemort liked to let Muggleborn students know that he killed their parents through black raven messengers, more often than not through a picture showing exactly what he had done to them, either he or his Death Eaters. Lily had received a similar picture, only hers – came with an extra message, one I kept secret for all these years."
Instantly I realize that we reached the point that mum wanted to take to her grave with her and while I cuddle closer with Lea, needing to feel his incredible strength to feel strong and supported, does Sirius go on: "Another thing that no one ever told you guys is – Lily and Snape were friends. They grew up together in the same town, same neighborhood even. It's just that, being Sorted into rivaling Houses, James having a crush on her just like Snape and the war that was raging outside the school caused for them to chose their own side and go by their own ideals and beliefs.
They grew apart slowly but surely over the years, Lily growing a little more accepting of this than Snape, really, ever did and then – had a falling out at the end of our Fifth. Now I will admit that James and I played a bit of a part in that, but – Snape was also just as responsible. And apparently, he didn't like the idea that his only friend was moving away without telling him."
"HE BETRAYED HER?" I yell, shocked and enraged and Hermione instantly shrieks: "DOES DUMBLEDORE KNOW THIS?" To which Sirius coldly answers: "He does now." And instantly I sack down myself, having jumped out of my seat in Lea's lap when I realized what Sirius was hinting at and I whisper: "Why? Why did you keep this secret?" And the answer just utterly confuses me: "Your mum asked me to."
I look at him, unable to comprehend why my mum would do such a thing, why she wouldn't want to get revenge, why she would allow for such a bastard of a murderer to continue sharing a school with her for another two years. This makes my heart reach out to the poor late woman, who must have felt horrible sharing various classes with the man that, she knew, had made her an orphan at the time. Then suddenly I notice that Sirius is still talking and listen to him.
"As you know, I played that one prank on Snape that same year, where, as he started to notice Remus sneaking out of the castle every full moon, I told him just how to get past the Whomping Willow and whatnot. I did that, because I thought it wrong that Snape deserved to live after killing the parents of my best friend's girlfriend and true love. I did, afterwards, regret getting Remus involved, but I never regretted the attempt for what it was.
The next morning I even got to meet with Lily in her dorm – don't ask how I got in, I won't tell you – and told her all about this before I was summoned to the Headmaster's office to explain myself. Lily was touched that I was willing to go to such lengths, but also horrified that I was willing to do such a thing and even begged me. Don't get me involved, Sirius, please. I – I don't want to remember it. I just want to forget about it. Please, make up a lie, don't make them summon me as well.
I didn't quite get it at the time, but the girl was so desperate and I knew I would get in even more trouble with James than I already was if I upset his girlfriend on top of everything else. I also felt bad for upsetting her so badly, when all I wanted was to do her a favor and relieve her from the source of all her sorrows, so I promised. I went to Albus, made up a lie that was beyond obvious, but kept to it even after months of continuous return visits to the office.
And while Dumbledore could easily tell that I was lying, he eventually gave up and realized that I wasn't going to budge. At the end of the year, I met with your mother again – not in the dorm this time – and told her I had kept my promise. However, I had also told her that, before the war was over, it needed to come out. Lily was against this and told me I don't want this known, not until I am reunited with mum and dad. And while I didn't like the idea of James losing her like that, or losing her myself as I had come to see her as my little sister, did I still accept her terms."
I am trembling in Lea's arms by this point, tears running down my face and my mind constantly trying to wrap itself around the idea that mum didn't just let the traitor that got her parents killed go free while sharing a school with him, but also after when the war was still raging. Just the thought that mum was constantly traumatizing herself with such a fact, while trying to forget the whole thing all together, makes me unable to understand any of it.
"What about the picture? I mean, what was on it that made Harry's mum know it was Snape that betrayed them? And did you ever find out why he sold them out? How he found out about their changed address?" Katie gently asks the man, her tone proving she feels hesitant in voicing her curiosities and Sirius mutters: "Snape was a master of the mind arts, it wouldn't surprise me if he invaded her father's mind and got the address that way.
As for the picture, no. Lily never told anyone other than James what it was on the picture that let her know it had been Snape that sold them out and James, after they got together, buried the picture somewhere and never told anyone, not Lily or me or anyone else. The only ones who might know what it was are probably the Death Eaters who were there that night. And there is also a chance that they might have already died in either the war or Azkaban."
"You know, I – I've been wondering this off and on for a few years now, but – did James and Lily Potter – did they ever –?" Ginny tries to ask and Remus sighs as he mutters: "They were planning one after Harry was born. It's just, on the day they were supposed to have their appointment, Albus came with the news about the prophesy and, after that, they were always too busy trying to find a proper place to hide and live their lives to make another appointment. They wanted a portrait, but – the war and the prophesy made it impossible."
At this I drop my head down on my chest, tears now streaming down my face as I had realized, halfway through the end of the conversation that Remus and Ginny were talking about a magical portrait to store their memories and their final wishes in. But then my own thoughts catch up with me and I suddenly remember something. I push myself up and out of Lea's embrace and lap, the others looking shocked and confused as I move.
"Harry?" Damian calls out to me, but I just move, as if on autopilot, towards my bedroom door and over to the bedside table. There, just like it has been for the past month and a half, I see the will that Amelia Bones gave me on the night that I found out about my pregnancy, a roll that I have been wanting to take and open, but that constantly had me feel as if something, some unknown force, was making me hold back from doing so.
I take a deep breath and suddenly notice a hand lying comfortingly on my shoulder. "Are you sure?" Lea asks and I nod as I say: "She – she might have written down the reason in her will. She wanted to take it, the evidence that made her know it was him, to her grave, after all, so – maybe –." And while he's standing behind me, do I just know that Lea gives me a comforting and agreeing nod.
I pull free, move over to the bed and sit down on it, Sirius, Damian and Lea coming to sit beside me and the others on the floor in front of me. I smile at them all gratefully and then break the seal. But as I roll open the scroll, does a flash of magic roll over it as well, confusing me. "Wow, a personification spell. They actually wrote the will in various forms and then merged them in one." Damian gasps and my own eyes widen before I start to, tentatively read.
My brave little stallion,
How I wished this day would never come. As I sit here, writing this, you are lying in your crib, only half a feet away from my form and desk, sound asleep. You're only a few months old, but – you're already everything I ever wanted in a son and child of my own. You are just the sweetest, happiest and most precious little gem in our very existence, the light in the darkness that surrounds us every day and night.
That's your mother, by the way. We decided to write this will together. No point in writing two wills when we both agree on everything and where we want it to end up. And don't worry, honey, we will make sure to be very specific in case of traitors or those who mean you or us harm while pretending to have our best interests at heard.
Harry, I – I don't like saying this – or writing it, for that matter – but – we're at war. And I don't mean just against Lord Voldemort – who we really hope is gone by the time you're reading this – but against enemies from within as well. I know that there is a spy among my friends and I also feel sure that I know who. But, if I want to keep you safe, I can't let him know I know.
I don't know how, my little buck, but – he's got me. But I won't let him get you. What you need to understand, sweetheart, is that your father comes from an incredible powerful, resourceful and protective kind of family. Their family home is almost equal to Hogwarts in how safe it is. It has survived not just Voldemort, but Grindelwald and over a dozen other Dark Lords who have reigned terror on England and Europe over the centuries.
So why are we living in a simple, two-story, barely protected cottage? Not because I just want to live the simple life with my wife and son, let me tell you? Such a thing is a foolish thoughts of dangerous dare devils to have during war. No, I'm living here, because Pettigrew cursed me. He put a spell on me that works in various ways. Your father actually had to stop writing here, because the curse burns his hand as he writes out what he knows of Pettigrew being a traitor.
You don't have to worry about him finding out that I know, though. The spell might affect me when I admit to my knowledge, but your brilliant mother has already deduced that it won't alert him to this. And she already developed a very effective glamor charm that hides any evidence that could betray my knowledge without the charm being detectable by anyone but her. I will do anything to keep your father safe, so that he can help me keep you safe. Though if you're reading this, you have another reason to stop your worries as it's already too late.
Now onto the actual purpose behind a will. Harry, you are my son and therefore my Heir. To you, I bestow the majority of everything that befalls the Potter fortune and inheritance. This includes the right to be emancipated upon any age of you reading this – though we personally hope you won't read this until you're in your twenties, maybe even thirties. However, I would be a horrible friend if I didn't leave a few things to my friends and those who fought the war beside me.
Albus, every book on war effort, war strategy, victories over Dark Magic and books on law and justice are yours along with the Potter seat on the Wizengamot as long as Harry doesn't decide to take up this seat himself. Use these means to end the war and, if possible, better Wizarding England. Make sure that monsters like Voldemort and Pettigrew can never again find a foothold in our world, Albus, in our home. Also, to help you with that little secret of yours, we left you a secret stack of "other" books. You'll find them in the cottage we live in, behind the third bookcase in the living room. Use them well, Albus, we beg of you to use them well.
Minerva, to you I leave my place as a Master in the Transfigurations' Guild of Exceptionally Talented Witches and Wizards. Continue my legacy and use what I leave you, which you can find on the same bookcase, but then on the top shelf, to add to that list at the Ministry. If you read the titles, you'll know what I mean. However, if you ever dare to make my son grow up as arrogant and self-centered as his father, I hereby leave orders with the Sorting Hat to have him instantly ReSorted as you will lose your rights as his Head of House upon that happening. Harry is not James, Minerva, never forget that.
Sirius, I want to give you the world, I want to give you all the gold you need to live a good life, I want to leave you Potter Manor and ask you to turn it into that thing Lily called a "discon" or something. But I know I won't make you happy with that, so I leave you with the only two things I know you'll want. My every last memory, copied, from all of our happy, great and wonderful times together – and Harry. You're the only one we trust to raise our son the "right" way. And I know you won't let us down, you never did me when I asked you.
Remus, my friend, I'm not stupid. I know that even this will is not going to be enough to convince you to let me help you get the life you deserve. I know that, if I give you even a Galleon, you'll just leave it in your vault till the day you join me – or us, though I pray to the heavens that won't happen. You're not leaving me behind, Potter. Anyway, I'm not going to leave you empty handed. You'll find a bunch of papers in my desk in my office on the second floor of the cottage. They're guides to learning skills that, I just know, can help you get the job you need to live a good and steady life. And don't worry, we did our research, this is one well-paying job that isn't on the list of professions that are forbidden from hiring people with your problem. Though I can't make any promises on whether or not it will be added later, sorry.
Peter Pettigrew. Unless you are going to make a 180 in your behavior, unless you are going to stop being a spy for that monster, unless you are going to stop being a traitor and betray us – like we know you are planning, because we already know about your little Fidelius scheme that you are planning on – you will not win or get anything from us. You may think you've won, but we will have the last laugh when vengeance finally hits you where it hurts.
Peter Pettigrew, we hereby bequeath you, if we are to die through you breaking your oath as Secret Keeper, with the Traitor's Fine of ten Sickles. Buy yourself a boat trip to Azkaban prison, you filthy traitor. And never dare to approach our son. If you do, we will know – and upon your own passing, you will pay. Then your soul – is ours."
Harry, just do me one favor. Wrap yourself in your father's Invisibility Cloak if you have it on or near you and read the tale of the Three Brothers. Trust me, when you read that, you will understand exactly why your father said that to the man that caused him so much pain since graduation. Just know and rest assured, because Pettigrew will never know peace, not in life, not in death, not unless he changes his ways. Though I – I know one other who I know will never do so.
Harry, son, I – I know your mother would rather forget about this. I know that, if you're reading this, she is finally happy again, because she is back with the people who were taken from her, from us both, at way too young an age. And I too admit to be in constant two-battle with myself. I too want to be back with "them", but I don't want to do so, if it takes me away from you and your life and future. You are my world, my present and future, they are my past. Still, I promised your mother I would do this, so – stupefy the moon, little buck.
Written with lots and lots of endless love, James and Lily Potter
And that's that,
I wanted to end it on how everyone reacted to the reading of the will, but that last little line made me decide to leave that for the next chapter. And just so you all know, the next chapter is going to skip from Harry's POV to Albus and after that to either Snape or Lucius' POV. Oh, and Pepper will be back soon, either next chapter or the one after. Oh, and if you want me to write the will in different versions, let me know, I might make them parts of Venquine's mind.
Okay, enjoy,
Venquine1990
